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This time there was no struggle, no awakening.
Even, long breaths rose and fell in the quiet room, flowing and circulating throughout Ryosuke's body.
As the first rays of dawn pierced through the darkness, Ryosuke slowly opened his eyes.
This time, there was none of the confusion and heaviness I felt upon waking up.
An unprecedented clarity and strength filled my limbs and bones.
The body is so light it seems weightless, full of vitality, like a deep pool of sea, calm on the surface but turbulent inside.
He instinctively clenched his fist, and the immense energy accumulated within him responded instantly, surging through his entire body without any hesitation.
Without deliberate guidance or intense concentration, the power of breathing has become second nature, completely integrated into every inch of his being, becoming his foundation.
After months of dedicated practice!
Complete Collection - Regular Level! Success!
The obstacle that had troubled him for so long was resolved naturally with the guidance and insights of Linlong!
In the courtyard, Urokodaki Sakonji had already been standing quietly in the thin mist, his back to the wooden house.
He didn't turn around, his voice murmured.
"His aura was as steady as an abyss, flowing smoothly and endlessly..."
Urokodaki paused, then said approvingly, "Indeed clever."
Ryosuke turned over and went out.
Sabito was practicing sword-wielding with Giyu, the sound of the blade cutting through the air was exceptionally clear in the forest.
"Ryosuke-nii!"
Sabito was the first to notice his appearance, keenly sensing the aura surrounding Ryosuke, and his eyes lit up with surprise.
"You...you've mastered the Changzhong technique?!"
Ryosuke nodded, with genuine gratitude: "Thanks to Mr. Urokodaki for reminding me."
After his initial excitement, the rabbit couldn't help but feel discouraged.
"Tsk, it seems we have little hope of catching up with you in the short term."
"In that case."
Ryosuke stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "You guys are more talented than me, it's just a matter of time. Once you find that point, you'll improve even faster than me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Makomo came running over.
"Ryosuke-nii, your letter!"
Ryosuke's heart skipped a beat, and his anus tightened instinctively.
Makijuro is still chasing me?!
But when Ryosuke saw the familiar Momoyama mark in the corner of the envelope, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Upon opening the envelope, one finds Pear Blossom's delicate handwriting, as she rambles on about trivial matters in Peach Mountain.
Grandpa's new herbal tea is so bitter! Shota twisted his wrist while training because he was struggling with the wooden stake again. The peaches behind the mountain are almost ripe...
Between the lines lies a young girl's cautious longing.
At the end of the letter, a line was clearly marked with several corrections, and the crooked handwriting came into view.
"...The medicine is on the second shelf of the pear blossom cabinet. Don't die outside."
Haji Xiang! You bastard!
Ryosuke held the letter in his hand, his fingertips seemingly able to feel the warmth of the writer.
The demons of Yamagata Prefecture, the secluded retreat of Mount Sagiri... Before I knew it, several months had passed since I left Momoyama.
During that time, he spent his time either cultivating or going out on missions, killing either low-level or mid-level ghosts, which were not difficult at all.
There's nothing we can do about it; after all, high-level evil spirits aren't like cabbages on the roadside—you can't encounter them every time.
Most of the time, it's these little bread rolls that deliver experience points.
Looking back now, that farcical incident involving the old lady has probably faded with time.
A strong desire to return home welled up in my heart.
Now that I've learned the common Chinese, it's time to go back and take a look.
When Akira Moriyama solemnly thanked Urokodaki and took his leave, he happened to be away on a new mission.
On the way down the mountain, Ryosuke ran into Murata, who was sitting by the stream.
During Ryosuke's time in Narrow Mist Mountain, the two did not interact much; most of the time, Murata was accompanied by Akira Moriyama.
"Murata?" Ryosuke greeted him.
Murata was startled. He turned around and saw that it was Ryosuke. His already dejected face fell even more, looking like a bitter gourd.
"Ah, Mr. Ryosuke, it's you. Training... sigh, I feel like I haven't made any progress at all."
"what happened?"
Seeing his gloomy face, Ryosuke almost laughed.
What could possibly bother my famous Road Pillar like this?!
You're a player whose clothes are slightly dirty on the front lines of the Infinite City final battle!
"The final assessment is in a few months."
Murata frowned, looking worried: "With my current skill level, can I really make it out alive...?"
He squatted down, unconsciously tugging at the grass blades on the ground, as if a light, gray rain was falling on his head.
Ryosuke couldn't resist.
"Hey, Murata."
Murata looked up blankly.
"Believe me!"
Ryosuke looked at him with a subtle expression: "You will definitely become the cleanest legend in the Demon Slayer Corps in the future! Fujikazeyama? That's nothing!"
"Keep it up! I believe in your future, even with your slightly dirty clothes!"
Having said that, Ryosuke ignored the even more bewildered Murata and set off on his way home with light steps.
Eager to return home, Ryosuke incorporated Thunder Breathing into his run, transforming into a streak of light and speed.
As night deepened and Mount Tao came into view in the distance, a strong smell of blood filled the air!
Ryosuke's eyes sharpened, and he instantly concealed his presence, rushing off in search of the scent.
Okay, okay, it seems I've been away for too long!
These little breads have become bolder and dare to show their faces in Taoshan territory!
The scene in the dense forest in the mountain valley ahead was horrific.
Three women and one man were cornered by a vengeful ghost that resembled a vicious wolf.
The vengeful ghost was entirely gray, with saliva mixed with blood dripping from between its fangs, emitting a pungent stench.
Its thick arm swept across, easily knocking down the kunai projectiles that were being shot at it.
Explosions erupted, the smoke cleared, and the demon's wounds healed at a visible speed!
The three women protected behind them were terrified but did not break down.
The man standing at the very front was extremely conspicuous.
He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, extremely tall and robust, with long silver hair tied in a high ponytail, a jewel-encrusted headband on his forehead, and strange red patterns painted on his face.
"Hinatsuru! Makio! Suma! Step back! Something's wrong with this thing!"
Chapter 24, Brother Hua Li!
"I am the magnificent god who commands sacrifices!"
Yu Sui Tianyuan roared, flipping his hands over, his kunai gleaming with a chilling light: "Watch me gracefully finish you off!"
"Lord Tianyuan, be careful!"
The woman called Suma had a sobbing voice.
"It's back to normal!"
Maki, protecting Suma, retreated.
The young crane pursed her lips, holding several hidden weapons in her hand, searching for an opening to throw them.
The demon roared, and its giant, barbed claws slammed down with a stench!
Uzui Tengen turned to the side, and his kunai blocked the attack.
The immense force caused the ground beneath Yuzui Tengen's feet to crack instantly.
He groaned, his arm muscles bulging, and he actually withstood the powerful blow!
As he retreated, he unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons, piercing the demon's neck, only to have them provocatively pulled out.
"Damn it! Is this monster immortal?!"
Uzui Tengen gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with shock and anxiety at the unknown.
A ninja's primary mission is assassination!
Uzui Tengen was extremely skilled and had completed many missions within the family.
Even so, he had never encountered a monster that could heal so quickly, as if it possessed an immortal body!
"A splendid retreat! Quickly!"
He roared again, ready to fight to the death to buy his wives time to escape.
Just as the evil spirit opened its blood-red maw and lunged forward, a bolt of lightning ripped through the darkness!